I didn’t take the camera on holiday, no great loss seeing as the photos would have looked the same as last year and the year before because we stayed in the same town, in the same house. To keep me amused and out of mischief I took the cardigan, two pairs of socks, six library books and “Pride and Prejudice”. If I’d taken fewer books then there would have been more knitting but it was hot (when it wasn’t raining) and books keep my hands cooler. The cardigan still has a single front but it’s ready for some under arm cast off action which means that it’s now sidelined until the second front catches up. That’s not going to happen until I actually cast on and I haven’t got that far yet.
My other holiday knitting was one sock and two half socks. The whole sock was one of this pair, it seemed familiar when I was knitting it and when I’d finished the first one I looked across to see a nearly identical pair on my husband’s feet. Fortunately this pair are ribbed to the toe so it will be easy to tell them apart in the wash. I did think of telling the blog what the yarn was and used the yarn band as a bookmark so I’d keep it safe. This worked right up to the moment when the books went back to the library and the ball band went into the bin. I searched the blog for details of the first pair but (surprise, surprise) I didn’t note the yarn details then either. The eagle eyed may notice that the socks aren’t a good fit for these feet and that’s because they weren’t made for them. It’s still the school holidays here and junior was pressed into service as a foot model even though his feet are now bigger than his father’s.
Junior is not modelling the pair that I made for him because there’s only one of them now. Needless to say, I am not pleased. I went away with a ball of leftover blue sock yarn and two socks that were past the heel. On Tuesday he had a new pair of socks suitable for school and concerts, by Sunday he had only one. This is a new record in sock loss, severe enough for me to seriously consider relegating him to shop socks until he can manage to put pairs into the wash (I found this one under the settee after I went hunting for it when I realised that it wasn’t in the wash). The one good thing is that this single sock can still be worn because in shoes it will match all the other socks he has that are black where it shows. I can’t even console myself with my usual line of “it will turn up” because there is a real possibility that he’s left the other one in Devon. Until I see signs of remorse/contrition or the second sock he’s off the knit list.